We marked twenty-four years of marriage yesterday. Not much of an accomplishment in many ways because the road of marriage has been a pleasure to me. The bumpy parts were times of grief over miscarriages, depression, death of parents and public misery but even those were shared so the bumps were bittersweet. We shared the bumps as lovers and friends with each other so the pain was not less but owned by two hearts.
There isn't a perfect relationship anywhere. When people comment on their marriages, even the good ones, they say something like, "It hasn't been perfect........" Of course it hasn't! It's goofy to expect relationships to be perfect and to grade ourselves next to perfection. Rather, has the relationship shown the grace to proceed through the loneliness and crap of life with sparks of joy and understanding?
I love the LH. Everyday I'm grateful for him. Without his humor, perspective and even temper, I'd be less of a person.
I salute my Patootie. May God grant us 24 more years together.